Let me tell you a secret, the biggest cock I ever sucked was Craig, an older white guy. I was down on my luck, working tables in a bar for tips, supplementing my take-home pay by occasionally giving clients discrete blowjobs in the washroom cubicle.
I've been with a couple of black guys, but despite all those stories and the mythology about black cock, in my experience they've been no bigger or more impressive than some white guys that I've been with. Black cock is not necessarily bigger. I've known white guys with big cocks and black guys with small cocks. Although the colour-contrast is always very pleasing when a black cock enters a white mouth, ass or pussy. Or a white cock enters a black mouth, ass or pussy. I love people coming together and sharing mutual pleasures regardless of race or colour. We should all love and be loved. End of sermon...
Anyway, this older white guy with big sad far-away eyes makes it obvious from the start that he's interested. And I've got no particular place to go. Normally I don't go back to strange guy's apartments. My friend Jacques who works the same tables on a similar basis, a young Gay guy around my own age, tells me to beware, a quick suck-off in the men's room is one thing, but be careful, he might have other guy's lying in wait to gangbang me?
But he seems easy-going with that avuncular charm that always works for me, and he's offering me a ten-note. I'm reasonably fit and able to take care of myself in case the situation turns bad. You can never be sure. Nevertheless, I go back to his apartment. And when he gets naked it's breath-taking. I've never seen a cock so huge. He acts almost apologetic, giving me the chance of getting out now, if I want. He says as how no woman has ever been capable of taking him fully, although his former wife tried.
I know, you're going to ask exactly how big it was. Men are fascinated by such details. But I never ask him, and I certainly never get to measure it. Just that it was humungous! His cock is a translucent blue-veined tower of beauty. The quintessence of cock, the Taj Mahal of cock, the Empire State Building of cock, the Mona Lisa of cock. Every once in a while, perhaps only once in your life, you'll be fortunate enough to happen upon a penis of such perfectly proportioned size and beauty that the only possible response is to fall on your knees and worship its immaculate perfection. I'm not a boy naturally given to prayer, but here and now I say a little prayer of thanks to all the gods of gay sex that I've been so blessed.
He lies on his back on the bed as I undress, I'm already fiercely erect, and fascinated by him. When he smiles, looking down at my breathless open-mouthed ecstasy in expectation, it's like an embrace. I'm nothing more than a hollow ache waiting to be filled, aware of nothing but the racing of my heart. My ears get warm, my lips begin to twitch in anticipation, in thrall to sensations that words can never express.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take it in my hand, fingering it with awe, drawing the angry foreskin back off the shiny purple glans, tracing the raised ridges of blood-vessels along its length, the sperm-duct running beneath. Then I dip my head and try to take that huge plummy cockhead in my mouth. It takes a number of attempts before I'm able to draw it in between my lips. The soft blue blood-veins pulse up against my parting lips, thick and full-to-bursting with blood. My mouth makes a burbling-drool sound around the soft gag that's filling me to capacity and seems to grow larger and larger. It feels alive, this hard softness filling me, pushing against the roof of my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, forcing its insistent way into my throat, it twitches, animal and alive, urgent and vital. He grunts approvingly and ruffles my hair in an encouraging way, applying only the slightest pressure.
But I manage to slither more of it into my mouth and begin sucking gently, tasting the flow of pre-cum as his hairy gut rises and falls in response. For a moment I break off and squat there beside him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling at him. He laughs. Then I re-apply myself and manage to take even more, sucking at it more fiercely. Again I break off. I shift my attention to his balls, taking each one into my mouth at a time and using my tongue. After a while I eventually try to trap his cock into my mouth again, but he pulls free. He gets up and pours a drink for us both from his chiller. Sipping the alcohol helps blur things pleasantly, the warmth of the liquor explodes in my gut and radiates out pleasurably. I'm sitting naked and erect, but curiously unselfconscious. As though I'm mesmerised by him, under his spell.
He lies back on the bed, indicating for me to begin again. This time, when I return to mouthing his cock I'm playing with my own cock at the same time, jacking myself. He reaches out and takes over, his rough calloused fingers tight around my smaller but hyper-sensitive shaft, jerking me so hard that my balls bounce as I suck him. He squeezes my cock, and the combined eroticism makes me cum uncontrollably, spurting spunk all over his fingers as he chortles, the sensations roar through my body and the cock in my mouth slips throat-deep, lodging there, choking me. I've never been able to deep-throat. Although I've tried. I come pretty close now as the massive shaft throbs deeper, relentlessly finding its own single-minded way down my bulging throat, I'm drunk on it. My brain is mulch, I'm all swimmy and watery, it's as though the sun rises and sets, rises and sets as I suck-suck-suck him.
He's fucking my throat so hard my own balls jiggle and tremble, I fear my chest and my fluttering hummingbird heart will implode. Until he begins to cum in massive pulses that lift my head as though I'm a doll attached to him, messy drooling and slurping huge mouthfuls of spunk, like a fist tightening in my throat, sperm erupts like an expensive firework, with its flooding syrupy heaviness. I hold his beautiful cock in the saliva-wet clasp of my mouth as its pulses become less violent. It quietens.
He's so embarrassingly grateful afterwards because he says that no-one else had ever been able to take him so deeply into their mouth as I had. Naturally I respond that it was entirely my pleasure to serve such a magnificent cock, and that I was more than happy to suck him off whenever he wants... even though my jaw is just a little sore... I was still naked, my cock still messy with ejaculate. He carefully places a banknote on the head of my cock where it sticks on the slippery goo, much to our shared amusement.
When I get back to the tables and tell Jacque all the details I swear he's envious. He says that he's had a slow day, just a couple of regulars. They come into the bar and buy a drink, then the man sits nursing the drink in his fist as he watches the TV news or the trailers for the latest superhero movie. At one point he'll indicate to Jacque and they'll both go to the washroom cubicle for a blowjob. Then, back in the bar, he'll leisurely finish his drink, settle the bill with a generous tip to cover 'personal services', and he goes on home to his wife.
There are lots of complacent wives who are too preoccupied with going to the hairdressers, choosing new designer handbags or colour-coordinating the front-room curtains to bother with the dirty business of sex, who should be grateful to us cocksuckers who their husbands come to in order to get the satisfaction and sexual release that they need, that they deserve, that they are entitled to. Every time we crouch down to suck-off those married cocks we are helping that marriage to survive. Those complacent wives should thank us for every big mouthful of freshly-sucked married cum we swallow, because it means that they are freed of that obligation.
Meanwhile, I think Jacque is jealous of my encounter. 'Will you see him again?' he asks, as though hoping I'll say 'no' so he can step in.
In fact I return several times, drawn inexorably by the lure of his cock. Always to his apartment, always at dusk when the setting sun shines low through the blinds melting it all into soft shades of sepia. It turns out his name is Craig, he's in his mid-sixties, some four decades older than Jacque and I. But eroticism doesn't have a sell-by date. Sixty-five is not a speed limit, and we do seem to enjoy a degree of rapport. Sometimes, after we've had sex, he talks in gentle fondness about his wife who succumbed to cancer and died. About the bookstore he used to run, but after her death he kinda lost motivation, sold up and retired. He's not wealthy on the proceeds, but he gets by. Just that he misses the closeness and companionable intimacy of sex.
I tell him my story. That as a young Gay man, finally accepting and rejoicing in the recognition of my true nature, I was eager to experience all the gifts that male sex could give. The first time a man ejaculates in your mouth changes you forever, you have his sperms absorbing into the roof of your mouth, dissolving in your saliva, swimming in your gut, and you can't wait for it to happen again, it becomes an addiction, an obsession, you become erect just thinking about that moment, remembering that throbbing pulsing sensation happening at the back of your throat, you're replaying the memory over and over in your head until your need can no longer be denied and you deliberately go out hunting for another big cock to suck... waiting for the opportunity, hoping against hope he will allow you to suck him off... I sucked a lot of cock. I've been around probably more than a good boy should. I was less happy with taking anal, but once I'd been fucked regularly by an older friend it becomes addictive, and once he moved away I had such a burning craving for cock in my ass that it was truly overwhelming.
For six months I flat-shared with Jacque, and while we both had older 'friends' that we were serving we were so highly sexed that we regularly sixty-nine each other into blissful orgasm. We genitally shave each other. It was one of my older male friends who first encouraged me to cross-dress, and although I was initially shy and self-conscious, once I was dressed in flimsy lingerie it was an undeniable turn-on. Some men enjoy having a feminised sissy in flimsy lingerie to bum-fuck.
